paw prints in the garden :: two months after her death
January 2008
waiting two hours in the return line ...the donation barrel
January blizzard she paints flowers on the wall
December 2007
Christmas Eve night the silence of the snow
morning chill the mountain chickadee bathing in the half-frozen stream
September 2006
I spent the whole week at a beach cafe, on a hill looking east towards the mountains at sunset, and in my own backyard garden. Here is what I came up with. The season is deciding when it would be best to let the sun cool down and puff the clouds up with moisture that is so badly needed.
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the autumn leaves begin to fall piano needs tuning
seaside cafe desperate not to be noticed the pigeon relieves himself by my foot
fall in the air :: the sun tilts the shadows further north
curious eyes as I write in my book his coffee spills
hour after hour the dog watches the door I anxiously go to the gym
magnolia blossom in full bloom her first date
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gas shortage the fourth night of grandma's navy beans
double rainbow the unopened letter on her desk August 2006
sunflowers a crowd of spectators wearing yellow hats